On a Southwest flight, my knees are already pressed up in the back of the seat *before* reclining. Other airlines aren’t as bad, but my knee will def be in your back if you put that seat back. An inch or two? Not such a big deal, but if you go all the way back? Jesus.

Natch

I was going to go with starfish, coffee, maple syrup and jam

My mom is a store yeller and it always mortified me. I don’t think I could yell at a retail employee if I wanted, but my mom is 100% more effective at getting shit done. I did end up crying and pleading with a Turkish Air rep one time, and that worked at least.

Fuck, that’s dark.

It’s still breakfast time here, so I was thinking more Jimmy Dean with eggs and toast.

I’m willing to bet that there has been a lot of work done behind the scenes. A fair bit of sausage making that isn’t shown to the public.

My bipolar (and I think borderline PD) ex would “forget” to pick up his lamictil every couple of months and self medicate at night with tons of weed for about a week or so. He would become a rage monster during the day and a puddle of self-pitying depression at night, usually ending in a ragey manic episode that…

I teach at a high school for kids who have experienced a lot of trauma just a few miles from De La Salle. Many of the girls I’ve worked with over the years have experienced sexual assault and have reported it to the same police who are handling this case. Outcomes tend not to be great. The police have demonized and…

Word. I am so much more adamantly pro-choice now that I’m pregnant. I can’t imagine going through all this shit and not wanting to.

Uhg. I feel you. I work with teenage boys. It’s a struggle. Especially the stoners. I just feel like my whole classroom reeks of weed sometimes and can’t understand how no one else smells it. My coworkers started using me as a drug sniffer.

I almost threw up in my sister’s car because the skunk smell was so strong I thought she ran it over. She could barely smell it.

One can only hope. I’m gonna take the fetus and go buy some Kellogg’s products at Target and then read You Can’t Touch My Hair while listening to Solange just to improve my chances. If I could still fit into Levi’s jeans, I would wear those while I’m at it.

I never eat Pop-Tarts, but I’m pregnant and since the Kellogg’s boycott started I have been craving them. I have nothing else to add to the conversation except to say that I really fucking want a Pop-Tart right now. 

Seriously, fuck her

When I was dating my husband, I’d get bites every time I stayed over. He’d lived there for years and never got bit.

Yeah, they did the same thing to us... for an entire year.

Our school refuses to work with Durham anymore. They were always late, unprofessional, and incredibly rude. I hope they are better in your district.

In California at least, a personal can be put on an non-voluntary psychiatric hold if EMS determine they are a potential danger to themselves. It’s called a 5150 hold and can last up to 3 days.

Ralph Nader?